We, on the other hand, are more sympathetic. We wonder whether he was a pawn. Was he duped by Satan? The unfortunate linchpin of some cold sovereignty that needed a human hand to set events in motion? If we are not moved to pity by his remorse, we are least made uncomfortable. There is mercy for us. Why is there no mercy for Judas?
The writers of Scripture do not share our anxiety. They feel no pity. Judas saw what the others saw. He heard what the others heard. His hands, too, handled the Word of life. But Judas reckoned it a common thing, something to be sold for silver. Judas is the Gospels’ Esau, wholly profane.
Why, then, are we tempted to pity him? Why do we try so hard to rehabilitate him? To explain his false heart and find some hope for his redemption? “There is something about the name of this miserable man that commands our attention at once” J. Wilbur Chapman observed. “There is a sort of fascination about his wickedness, and when we read his story it is difficult to give it up until we have come to its awful end.”
Judas is not Everyman. But there is something in his betrayal that betrays us as well. We read his story and find ourselves asking with the rest of the disciples, “Surely not I Lord?” But we are not convinced. We are afraid that we too have our price.